"Come on, man. What can a little more paint hurt? This ball park is already run down. You didn't have a problem at Whitney Park or trashing the alley behind Franklin High. Plus, there ain't no cops here tonight. Ole Stan's already made his rounds past here. Come on. Trey is almost done defiling the dugouts. We got other places to hit tonight. You gonna do it or not?" Casey had no reservations when it came to tearing up the town. He'd narrowly escaped jail twice in the past six months. Yet he found himself cringing internally as his friends wreaked havoc on Eddie Nickels Ball Park. Unknown to his friends, Eddie Nickels was Casey's father.